this day is not my lifennthe passing time is not my lifennthe thorn that's in my sidennis all these scenes that we regretnnthe wasted words we can't forgetnnthrough the windows of my roomnni hear the traffic breathing slowlynnsomeplace miles awaynnmake promises paynnshame, will shake this housennshame, will shake this housennyour dreams are not my lifennthese broken words are not my lifennyour lies are none of my inventionnnyour promises were not my plannnnow the party girls have gonenni hear the rattle of their heelsnnbefore their footsteps fadennmake promises paynnshame, will shake this housennshame, will shake this housennthe passing time is not my lifenni've been counted down and shouted outnni had everything i wantednnnothing i can't rise abovennto let it show was not my plannnheadlines and frontpagesnnsell weddings and divorcesnnmake promises paynnmake promises paynnshame, will shake this housennshame, will shake this housen